The Press., 1887-12-22
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The funeral of BSrnham Lillibridge, aged s. at Wilmington last week Tuesday forenoon, and that of Cynthia B. Fairman, widow of the late Elijah Fairman, aged 81, at Stafford on the afternoon of the same day, were events of solemn and impressive interest The attendance at each num- bered many aged persons. These were mostly of the generation next following that of the deceased. Of their generation only few survivors are left. That was 8 generation the like of which Wilmington and Stafford will never see again. It lived and thrived in rugged and wholesome times, and was at it's best before railroads had reached these parts, and when the timbered houses with huge chimney stacks, and reared large families on plain and hearty fare. Now much is changed. When the old folks die the children make haste to seek the centers of business, and many a fine old farm is left to run to waste or to pass into the hands of aliens and strangers.
 Mr. Lillibridge died in the house that he had occupied for 73 years, and from which during that long period he was never absent for more than half month and then on rare occasion. He was home man, plain in his habits and of heroic mould He knew not what it was to be idle or lazy. Intelligent, resolute, honest and somewhat eccentric, he gained and saved, in spot that looks even to this day like wilderness, handsome fortune. He was many years ago baptised in the Baptist communion, he was long an attend ant at church and a supporter of religion. At the funeral there was on the preachers stand the old family bible and an elegant testament. The preacher read from the which nhra property of Burnham and Polly Lilllbridge, 183O." Never was book more thoroughly worn by honest use. And it was easy to tell which were the favorite passages by the deep imprint. of the thumb and fore
 finger on the immediate margin. A couple of these passages were read. The body was placed for the last view in the center of the great square room. The lines of the strong face were unchanged. As the morn ing was cold large logs were burning in the massive fireplace, as logs have burned there on winter days and nights for more than a hundred years. The loom, the house itself and the forest around, with many an ancient and broken tree. added pathos to the solemn service. At the close an extempore choir sang the hymn, Shall We Meet Beyond the River. The seven sons and daughters were pres OAo "AuA 1AAO OAOOHt4OA O1 Ou0 UAuRQG0r 1Q the vest
 In another column The Press will print an appropriate memorial of Mrs. Fairman. so here her old friend and pastor for nearly a quarter of century will say but few words. She was one of the first of the Stafford parish with whom he became &C., qusinted, and it was at her husbands am- pie and ever hospitable board that he ate his first Thanksgiving dinner in town Husband and wife, and children and grand children, were present. Time can never touch but to halllow the memory of that golden hour. E.= =-E.-.
 4 daughter of Amos Harvey, senior, so well remembered by our aged folks, twin sister of the late Judge Moses B. Harvey, and wife of Elijah Fairman, the deceased was connected with many of our old and leading families, and reflected honor on all. Her long and useful life was rich in faithful ministrations. Long ago when they were not rich in this worlds goods she bore bravely by the side of her young husband her end of the yoke. As wife, mother, friend, neighbor and jealous min- istrant in the church that she loved and adorned, she was ever true in each relation and constant in the performance of every gracious duty. Farewell, dear friend The crown is on thy snowy locks, and